No more? Where is the person!

Where did Sam go, who am so naive?

The four of them panicked at first, but then they realized that when they were preparing, Prada made a voodoo doll for everyone.

This thing has no other functions, but it can determine the general state of a person. If it dies, the doll will be destroyed.

Prada took out Sam's doll, it was fine, it was fine.

"It seems that Sam is not in danger of his life, but is rejected by this dream." Prada said.

Her guess should be correct. At that moment, Zhao Hao felt a slight change, which was similar to when he forcibly awakened those dream masters.

It seems that because others awakened Sam and made him realize that he was in a dream, he triggered some mechanism and was directly expelled from the dream.

"Well, after saying that, Sam is lucky than us! We are still trapped here!" Siro spread his hands.

"What should we do next? Let's get out of this dream?" asked Black Lincoln.

Without waiting for others to answer, the dream began to change again.

The sun quickly turned bloody and then fell to the west, with a gray mist filled the air, and the three people around disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The four people were separated and entered the second dream.

While observing the changes in dreams around him, Zhao Hao tried to find out the flaws and rules, while on the other hand, he was paying attention to the time of dreams in the small barrier in his hand.

"It's indeed the second level of dreams, and the ratio to real time has increased many times..."

Just as Zhao Hao was able to set up multiple dreams to "extend the time", the time in this second dream has become longer.

Moreover, it seemed that some sound came from the grey fog.

The shadowy monsters rush in the gray fog, with a large number.

Nightmare is countless nightmare!

"Strange, how come there are so many nightmares, and they are all very strong!"

Nightmare is a strange existence, not a creature or a dead soul, but a distorted spiritual body is born in the dream. It is a monster created by the negative emotions, deformed emotions, etc. of spiritual beings.

They feed on the emotions and mental power of spiritual beings and can grow in dreams.

Zhao Hao relied on the mutated technique of the Dragon Sleeping Pill: Slashing magic in dreams to kill nightmare to increase spiritual energy.

Even after developing the fantasy game, it began to surround, hunt, and seduce nightmare. It didn't bother to kill one by one. Instead, it was used as a monster NPC in the dream game and let the players kill for themselves~

At one point, because the player's growth rate was too fast, there was no enough monsters to kill, so I could only release more daily errands to fool the players.

I didn’t expect there were so many nightmares here!

There are too many of them, and many of them are 4-star black iron and 5-star.

This kind of nightmare is already considered a big leader in the big dream world, and has become a large number of small team leaders here.

Now that the teammates are not around, there is no need to hide them. Zhao Hao waved his hand and a big golden arm that was more than ten meters long swept across, and he directly killed more than ten or twenty nightmares. The other nightmares were so scared that they turned around and ran away!

But things like nightmare are very "simple" and they are dominated by the emotions and mental powers that constitute their own.

If it is anger or jealousy, they will destroy the dream master's dream and harm his mental power regardless of life.

If it is fear, they will be keen on walking and harvesting fear, and will constantly intimidate and frighten the dream master.

If it's astringent... cough, there are not many of these. Zhao Hao didn't see much, so he couldn't bear to kill them anywhere for the players, so he kept them for experiments. Sometimes he also used as a high-level task reward for players, and was valuable in the fantasy game auction house.

So soon, those strange-looking, such distorted weird bugs, monsters made of several animals, irregular black shadows, fat and oily meat mountains... Nightmare of all shapes came back, and they looked at Zhao Hao with teeth and blood.

Zhao Hao casually released his paper magic weapon: the four heavenly kings, and released a batch of 3-star black iron paper shikigami assists, and built a refining formation under his feet - while absorbing the psychic energy scattered after the death of the nightmare, he used these psychic energy to repair those paper shikigamis, and then he ignored it and began to think about the meaning of this dream.

The first dream is a carefree world without any thoughts. There is food and drink, and I am happy every day~

Wait, his life is not very interesting. I didn’t even watch it!

But……

"Guowa~" A nightmare like a strange bird of more than ten meters dived from the sky, breaking through the defense of the four heavenly kings.

Zhao Hao was interrupted and his head was not raised. He stretched out his finger and drew a circle. "Bang" the strange bird hit the barrier and directly hit a pool of meat paste.

...But in such a world, what should the dreamer do? Zhao Hao couldn't figure it out.

At this time, the other three teammates were also in a nightmare.

Fight, endless battle!

In Black Lincoln's dream, endless mechanical bodies, vehicles, and war machines came overwhelmingly.

He turned into a black muscle giant with a meter tall man, smashing like crazy, and constantly destroying the fire and smoke.

However, his own fear was also in panic. The years of experience in Annan's war made him suffer from spiritual destruction. He had instinctive disgust and fear for war.

The dream seemed to be able to sense the dream owner's memory and began to change slowly.

The surrounding environment has become a primeval forest, and the nightmare has also changed its strategy, becoming human figures that cannot be seen clearly, and each has a mysterious and insidious style.

Behind every tree, every leaf, and in every grass, there are disgusting monsters that are chilling and goosebumps all over their bodies. They attack, set traps, and assassinate them, and do everything they can.

Lincoln seemed to have returned there, back to the jungle that devoured countless comrades.

He murmured to himself, saying the sentence that was listed as a taboo seal in the army but was widely circulated: "Living, this jungle is alive..."

The jungle seemed to be spreading, covering the sky and the tide was swept away Lincoln.

In Siro's dream, there are countless women. That's right, women!

However, they are all women holding sharp weapons, gritting their teeth, ferocious faces, and blood-red eyes.

They searched the whole city and chased Xiluo. The sharp knives, kitchen knives, scissors, iron rods, whips wrapped around thorns... all kinds of weapons were to kill him!

Siro dared not resist nor did he dare to move.

He ran away and ran away, as if he had lost his spiritual power, as if he had forgotten that he was an extraordinary person, and he became an ordinary person at the time.

He was panting and sweating profusely, and was almost killed by countless women like desperate situations!

Suddenly, a small door opened behind him, "Come in!" the woman in the room shouted.

Siro didn't know what he thought, so he believed it and went straight into the door.

That woman was very beautiful, she was gentle and without any aggressive beauty, which made people feel involuntarily pity and close.

Siro relaxed, his spirit relaxed a little.

"Hurry, hide under my skirt, they're coming in!"

Xi Luo was moved and followed the good. He bent down and got into the hem of the skirt that was supported by whale baleen. He seemed to have forgotten the tension and danger, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

As soon as he got in, he heard the sound of smashing the door. Then the door broke and many people entered the house, with a loud noise.

"Where are other people! Where is that damn person?"

"Call him out!"

"Yes, kill him!"

"A big piece of cake!"

"Drag him to feed the dog!"

Siro's nervous breathing became rapid again, and he couldn't breathe. He raised his ears to listen to the sounds outside.

The reality at this moment was that a nightmare at the peak of the 5-star Black Iron Star was entangling Siluo's tentacles, tightly entangling them one by one, imprisoning them, and then tightening them constantly... and the countless weak nightmares next to them absorbed the spiritual energy and mental power emitted by Siluo, and were fascinated.

In Prada's nightmare, there are countless snake people, lizard people, toad people, and more strange gods. She led her tribe to survive under the encirclement and suppression of tribes led by those monsters.

She fell into a more primitive nightmare of family tradition.

These monsters were rampant in South America hundreds or thousands of years ago, and they used humans to be kept as livestock.

Only South America is very bad on the entire planet, and it is worse than Afilica.

The world is dominated by humans, but South America has become an extraordinary race that has dominated the world. To be precise, it is the world of snake people and lizard people.

They dominated the primitive human dynasty and carried out bloody wars and sacrifices. They were not until the spiritual energy was silent hundreds of years ago, and they were finally defeated and disappeared.

Now, these alien races that the ancestors had fought had appeared again.

However, Prada is the queen of voodoo after all. She is not only strong, but also has a very intelligent mind.

She quickly realized something was wrong. The most important thing was why Dad Pengna, whom she worshiped, had no sound?

As a result, she discovered the flaw.

I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, I forgot the time~

I don’t know how long it has passed, but in short, Zhao Hao’s spiritual energy has increased by one tenth. It is almost the same as tens of thousands of players working for themselves for four or five months!

There are probably tens of thousands of nightmare killings, and even the power attributes and vitality are superimposed. Who knows why so many nightmares are locked up here.

Now the nightmare is finally over!

When the gray fog dissipated on Zhao Hao's side, the rainforest died in Prada, and the two returned to the first dream of birds singing and flowers.

At this time, Siro and Black Lincoln were no longer around.
To be continued...